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“I trust you,” I answer, because it’s true. And because I want her to know that she can trust me, too. That she can let her guard down without worrying that I’m going to hurt her like Garrett did. Because I won’t. I can’t.
I see my message register in her eyes, feel it in the way her body sags against mine just a little.
“Still all right?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything more.
“Yes,” she murmurs, before pressing hot kisses against my jaw. My mouth. My throat.
I tilt my head back on a groan, let it fall back on my neck as Savvy licks and kisses and sucks her way across my collarbone. I want to return the favor, want to kiss and touch and worship every inch of her, but I don’t want to push her. Don’t want her to think this is just some one-night stand where I get my rocks off and then walk away the second I’m satisfied.
Because it isn’t. Maybe it’s been that way a million times before with dozens of other women—but not this time and not with her. She—
“Fuuuuuuuuck.” Her hands are on my stomach now, her fingers lightly teasing around my belly button, over my V-cut, down the happy trail leading to my—
“Fuuuuuuck,” I say again. I swear, she’s reduced my vocabulary to that one word, and reduced my entire existence to the feel of her soft, cool hands on my skin.
Knowing it’s now or never, I start moving, heading toward the back of the room and the hallway there that I desperately pray leads to Savvy’s room.
She gasps again, wraps herself around me. The pressure of her—the feel of her warm, slick, soft heat—has my knees trembling as I try to get us both out of the eye of the street. Yeah, it’s the middle of the night and no one is around, but I figure better safe than sorry. Especially since my detail is still out there, at this point probably trying to look anywhere but at the window.
When I get to two doors, I mutter, “Which one’s your room?” against her hot cheek.
“On the left,” she answers with a whimper, and then she’s untangling herself from around me, sliding down my body with the agility of a dancer.
As soon as we make it to her room, she pulls off her clothes, stripping the offending pieces of cloth off her body and sending them flying. Then she’s once again reaching for my belt and this time, I help her. She’s got talent though, and it’s only seconds before my jeans and underwear are on the ground.
Only seconds before she’s cupping my balls and wrapping her other hand around my dick. It feels so good I can barely breath—she feels so good. I arch into her touch, and she tightens her grip so that I see stars every time she slides her palm over me. Then she’s bending to lick her way over my throat before continuing her way down my chest so she can take my nipple in her mouth.
Heat gathers at the base of my spine at the contact, crazy-intense pleasure rocketing through me from all the different places her body is touching mine. All the different ways she’s making me insane. Normally I’m not very good at ceding control, but if this is the reward it gets me, I’ll hand control over to Savvy any time she wants it.
“Is this okay?” she whispers against my skin. “Do you like it?”
I bark out a laugh. “Yes, yes, God, yes.”
Her lips are still pressed against my chest, and I can feel her smile in my skin. “Good,” she murmurs, right before she drops to her knees in front of me.
I reach for her, try to pull her up. “Baby, you don’t have to—”
She swats my hands away. “I want to.”
And then she’s leaning forward, licking and nuzzling her way along my dick. “Fuck,” I say again, and it’s become my mantra. Become the only coherent sound I can still make. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I don’t even know if I’m saying it out loud at this point or if it’s just in my head. And I couldn’t care less, not when Savvy’s on her knees in front of me, her beautiful mouth pressing kisses to my stomach, my balls, the tip of my cock.
I want to stay like this forever, want to feel her mouth on my dick every second of my existence. The way she leisurely licks along my length, her tongue soft and warm and so fucking talented is my favorite thing ever. At least until she pulls my balls into her mouth, gently sucking on them, and I lose even the ability to think “fuck,” let alone say it.
Some garbled noise comes out of my mouth as pleasure slams through me, and she laughs at me a little. Not that I care—I’m too caught up in the feel of her hands and lips and tongue to worry about anything else. Too caught up in the ecstasy tearing through me to do anything but stand here and let her have her way with me.
Pleasure sizzles along my nerve endings. Runs through my blood. Takes over my every organ, my every vein until all I can feel is her. Until all I can smell or taste or breathe is Savvy.
A little dizzy and a lot overwhelmed, I tangle my fingers in her hair in a desperate attempt to hang on to something. To hang on to her.
She glances up at me then, her lips red and swollen and obscene looking, and I swear I almost come from the sight of her mouth alone. A problem that’s only exacerbated when I glance up and realize I can see Savvy’s beautiful back reflected in the mirror over her dresser.
I stare at our reflection for long seconds, watching my hands as they tangle in her long, glorious hair. Watching her back as it bows and bends with each brush of her body against my own. Watching her head as it bobs forward with each streak of her tongue across my cock.
Somehow it gets me even hotter, ratcheting up my need for her another thousand degrees or so, until the need to come is a pressure on my spine and an ache in my belly.
In an effort to distract myself, I glance away from the mirror for just a few seconds. But it doesn’t do me any good because now I’m looking at her all spread out in front of me, watching that beautiful mouth firsthand as she leans forward and takes just the tip of my cock in her mouth.
